Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
“Hey,” Grady said firmly. “I don’t know who taught you to think that way, that you could possibly mess anything up, but that’s not going to happen. There are three of us in this relationship. It’s not all on you. And there’s nothing you could do to ruin this except leave us. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“And we won’t let you do that,” Steele added. “Our job is to look after you, support you, hold you up when you’re feeling down. Cheer you on when you need it. Got me?”
“And my job?”
“To do as you’re told,” Grady told her.
She gaped at Grady, looking for a lip twitch.
Not. A. One.
These guys would be the death of her.
Grady fed her some more food.
“How young do you regress in Little headspace?” Steele asked.
“I, um, well, I’ve only sort of gone as young as three before.”
“Ever felt like you wanted to go younger?”
Shoot. How to answer?
Be honest.
She squirmed. “Sometimes. I just didn’t feel . . . comfortable doing that with Joe.”
“You should know that no matter what you need as a Little, I’m here to give it to you,” Steele told her. “I want to.”
Lord. This man.
Grady watched them steadily.
“What about . . . what about what you want, Grady?” she asked.
“I like control. You know that. Rules. I especially like bondage. There are some things . . . I won’t mention them yet. But later. You also know I like to watch.”
She squirmed. She liked that too.
“I haven’t been in a relationship with a woman since college. I’m not always good at showing or telling people how I feel. You’ll need patience.”
“I can do that.”
Steele squeezed her waist with his arm. She understood. With Grady, she’d have to look for the signs.
Like him making her breakfast and feeding it to her.
Like him carrying around those lists.
Knowing how she liked her coffee.
Looking up how to help her back injury.
Even making choo-choo noises.
Yeah. Signs.
“When you’re comfortable with it, I might tie you to my bed and torture you with pleasure without letting you come. When I’m working, I might secure your arms in a way that won’t harm you, but leave your legs free, so I can eat that pussy whenever I get hungry.”
Dear Lord.
“When Steele is fucking you, I might sit in the corner of the room and watch, jacking myself. And then, when he’s done with you, I might order you to crawl to me and suck me off.”
Oh God.
She wanted that. All. Of. That.
He studied her, surprise filling his face. “None of that scares you away?”
“No.”
“From the way she keeps squirming, I’d say it all turns her the fuck on,” Steele added. “Reckon you could lay it all on her.”
“There’s more?” she asked. Good Lord. More might actually kill her.
“Yes, but that part you’ll get later.” Grady gave her a heated look.
Okay, then.
35
Steele carried his girl into their living room.
He hadn’t been lying when he said he liked to carry her. And the way she snuggled in against him . . . well, he thought she liked that too.
“Did you bring a bathing suit?” he asked as he settled them into the corner seat of the sectional. He put her between his spread legs and then grabbed a blanket from the back to cover them.
“Yes.”
“Disappointing.”
“What?” she asked, looking back at him.
“I’d rather you went naked.”
“Oh, you really don’t want me to be naked in the hot tub. There’s nothing good about my naked body.”
She really, really should have thought before she said that. And the way he instantly stiffened behind her told her she was in trouble.
“Um, I think I’ll go see if Grady needs help with the dishes.” She tried to move away from him, but he tightened his hold on her.
“He doesn’t need help and he wouldn’t save you. He’d simply hold you down for me.”
“Hold me down?” she asked. “For what?”
“For the spanking you just earned. And that’s on top of the spankings you’re owed.”
“What? What spankings? And why is this darn blanket trying to suffocate me?” She was trying to work her way free, but she wasn’t going anywhere fast.
Steele grabbed the blanket and threw it down on the floor.
Stupid blanket.
It needed a good talking to.
He turned them both so that he was sitting with his feet on the floor. He settled her on her feet between his legs.
“What’s going on?” Grady walked in. Well, he didn’t simply walk. He strolled.
Honest to God, both of them were so freaking sexy that sometimes it hurt to look at them.
“Do you want to repeat what you just said?” Steele said.
“Nah, you know what. I’m good.”
Why did she have to go pointing out that she was flawed?
Like they wouldn’t have noticed?
You shouldn’t eat too many sweet things, Effie. It’s not good to be so . . . rounded.
“Urgh, shut up, Nan.”
The silence in the room and the way both of them stared at her clued her in to the fact that she’d just said that out loud.